because i'm pretty

The news of Li Yikai's resignation spread as the ivy gradually turned green.

When April came, he had basically arranged all the work handovers, so he could no longer go to Mujia to work, and he had more time in a week to be busy with the preparation of the new company.

The Ching Ming holiday is rare and quiet. On the day before the festival, Li Yikai took Yuan Zhiming to the cemetery in the suburbs of the city.

There is still a long way to go from the parking lot, the morning sun shines on his face, Li Yikai squints his eyes slightly, and goes up the white-gray square brick steps, most of the time he doesn't speak much, and occasionally he thinks of something, just casually Chat with Yuan Zhiming.

"When my grandparents died, I hadn't had time to come out to them."

"Then..." Yuan Zhiming said, "It's a big festival, can you bring me here?"

Li Yikai smiled: "My grandfather fought in battle and went down the mountain. Why haven't you seen it? I want them to see you."

Yuan Zhiming hugged the white chrysanthemum, and followed step by step, a little panting: "You won't run into Auntie, will you?"

"No", Li Yikai said without looking back.Because Hu Manting asked him for advice a few days ago, saying that Li Qi also wanted to come to visit the grave, Li Yikai couldn't stop his parents from worshiping the ancestors, but he didn't want to have trouble with Li Qi in front of his grandparents, so he staggered the day.

"I haven't mentioned it to you before. It may take some time to accept this." Li Yikai stood in front of the white marble tombstone, neatly arranged flowers and refreshments, and put his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. At this time, it is a bit out of shape and out of money.

He turned his head to look at Yuan Zhiming, then lowered his eyes and smiled again: "But I think you should like this person very much. His name is Yuan Zhiming. I will remember it in the future. When we meet, you should remember to make up the meeting red envelope." .”

Yuan Zhiming stood half a step behind him, touched his nose and smiled.

"Well, I'm still a little nervous when I meet my parents for the first time." He looked at Li Yikai, and then at the tombstone in front of him. There were inscriptions in block script on it, recording the lives of the two most important people to Li Yikai.

"Grandpa and grandma, it's a pity that I haven't met you, but we will meet one day." Yuan Zhiming thought for a while, and then said: "If there is a chance, you can get to know my mother first."

Thinking of this, he simply took out his mobile phone, dug out the previously reproduced photos in the album, and stretched the screen forward: "Look, she looks like this, she should be easy to recognize, right? She's quite beautiful."

Li Yikai grabbed his wrist and pulled him back, looked carefully: "Well, it's beautiful, I answered for them."

Yuan Zhiming took it back in satisfaction, and was nervous again: "Hey, but this is a photo taken more than 20 years ago. Do you think her appearance will change? Probably not?"

"A little silly?" He chuckled and rubbed his nose.

Li Yikai let out a "hmm", a bit.

"But it's okay, my grandparents always say that I'm too smart, and they like to be silly."

"Okay," Yuan Zhiming agreed. "How about you chat with them alone for a while? I'll go shopping."

"Well, remember to turn on silent on your phone," Li Yikai looked at him and said.

The wind in early April is soft, and the smell of the cemetery is not unfamiliar to Yuan Zhiming, mixed with soil, burning, and the fresh smell of spring plants.

He passed rows of tombstones, some new, with fresh flowers on them, or mourners standing before them;

Stepping on a few dry and fluttering petals under his feet, and the sound of salada, Yuan Zhiming looked down, and a bunch of flowers had turned brown, and the wind blew and lost a few more.

It was a boy who died at the age of 14. He took two steps to the side and sat on the steps a little away from the tombstone.

He has been indifferent to things around him since he was a child, but he is easily emotional for things far away.For example, when the Arctic glaciers melted, he would worry about polar bears being homeless; or standing in the cemetery, he was always calm in front of his mother's tombstone, but he was not stingy with mourning for these strangers.

But such a person can also meet love, and also feel lonely for another person.Yuan Zhiming touched the position of his heart, it was empty just now.

"Do you know him?" asked a tobacco-smeared voice behind him.

Yuan Zhiming turned his head slowly and shook his head.Then he took another look.

"I don't know, I'm just sitting here waiting for someone," he said to the man.

The man was wearing a black leather jacket and jeans. He looked like he was in his 30s. When he sat down to see his face clearly, he looked like he was in his 40s, but he probably was more than that.

He sat next to Yuan Zhiming: "Who are you waiting for? A friend?"

"En." Yuan Zhiming nodded, then paused and said, "Boyfriend."

The man smiled quickly, as if he wasn't surprised. His face was very thin, and there were several vertical grooves on his cheeks when he smiled. His eyes didn't show his age, and when he looked at people, he didn't look cloudy like that of a middle-aged man.

He looked at Yuan Zhiming and asked, "You and your boyfriend have a good relationship, right?"

"Very well, I like him very much, and so does he," Yuan Zhiming replied.

They chatted one after another, mostly talking about Yuan Zhiming, work and life, and how they met Li Yikai.The man listened very carefully. During the period, he took out a cigarette and wanted to light it. Yuan Zhiming reminded him that smoking is not allowed here, so he took it back.

Yuan Zhiming talked about himself for a long time, and then asked: "What about you?"

"What am I?" The man asked in a daze.

Yuan Zhiming didn't know what to ask, so he picked the simplest one: "What do you do for work?"

"Me," the man put his hands back on the steps behind him, "I have done a lot of work, I used to write, I was a model and an actor, I worked as a book editor for a few years, and then I went into business, and then Then write something."

"Write what?"

"Things that don't make money, writing poetry and prose."

Yuan Zhiming said "Oh" and declined to comment.He bowed his head, remained silent for a while, and then asked, "Then who are you here to see?"

The man turned his head, as if trying to find the location of the person he wanted to see, but his eyes did not stay focused, but he turned around, pursed his lips and said, "I'll come and see some people I feel guilty about."

"Why are you ashamed?" Yuan Zhiming asked unhurriedly.

The man smiled and sighed: "The price of pursuing freedom is ignoring the real world and hurting those around you."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Yuan Zhiming, and was amused by the other's big blinking eyes: "What do you mean by looking at me like that?"

"Ah", Yuan Zhiming took it back. "I think what you said is very reasonable...but it's not like someone your age would say."

He agrees: "What I do is not what I would do at my age."

There was another silence, and the sun climbed directly above the head, and the sunlight became dazzling.Yuan Zhiming remembered Li Yikai's advice, and took out his phone to check the message.

The man stood up: "It's a pleasure chatting with you. I'm leaving. You can also go to your friend and boyfriend."

"Me too," Yuan Zhiming also got up: "See you again when we have a chance."

He smiled and shook his head: "It doesn't matter if you don't have a chance."

"Do you regret it?" Yuan Zhiming suddenly said inappropriately.

"Regret?" The man raised his head, and said after realizing it, "Regret is the most useless emotion. You are also an artist. My regret is better as a blessing to you. I hope that you will not have the same thing as me. "

"No," Yuan Zhiming said.

"That's good."

The phone's ringing soon broke the silence, and when Yuan Zhiming picked it up, he turned his head and saw Li Yikai's figure.

The two of them waved to each other, but no one hung up the phone.

Li Yikai interrogated with a smile on the other side: "I saw you Yuan Zhiming."

"See what?"

"Someone strikes up a conversation with you when you see this kind of place." Li Yikai walked over and said, "Is he handsome?"

Pretty handsome, Yuan Zhiming thought.The eyes are most similar to yours, as well as the shape of the face and the way you smile.

He hesitated a few times, wondering if he should tell Li Yikai that he had met his father.